By Any Other Name It's Still Sausage

My philosophy lately has been, "when life give you turkey fried shrimp, eat a lot of turkey fried shrimp." Listened to my man, Warren Zevon, recently, that song, "send lawyers, guns, and money, Dad, get me out of this!" And I was thinking, what happens when there is no one to ask anymore to send you lawyers guns and money? I suppose the prisons are full of people who have thought that very thing, and that song probably isn't their favorite. Or maybe it is, who knows what inspires or soothes the human being. My answer to that question, naturally, is to eat a lot of turkey fried shrimp. Sorry about this exciting update, really, I am sorry. March in Johnsonville is kind of like an eternal microwaved 7-Eleven Death & Everlasting Suffering Burrito, the next day. Sorry once again. Ed.